Light touch

Were my words to amuse your lips

And were you not to blush and hush my wit

I would then caress you there

With the light touch of my fingertip

Where your throbbing tights meet

And your cheek would lit

With pleasure that I'm forbidden to write on sheet

Please stand

Or sit

Do what you see more fit

But your mind remembers

What your body is yet to know

My art touches you more

Than the babbling of a git